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THK ATLANTA GKU1M1AN AND NEWS. THURSDAY, APRIL 24. 1913.
The Dingbat Family
Not Much Excitement in Still Life Bv 1HI 011*1*1171-RIl
r.ypytlgtit, 1013, TulrrnotJon»1 News ftervioe
I /"where can pa pah 4
I BE, I HAVE NY SEEA/J
’ HIM AROUND ALU'
1 ( This Morning-
C
/VouR Pa, MV PEAR., IS AOIV
/at An ART'school where, i ___
COMMAND/Nscy COAXED HIM Yo Go
You, AND ME MARy; ARE PERSONS
OF DECIDED ART|ST|C CZZT—1
.attainments, and so ivilcL_^
* Pa be, prom aou;, on.
But Poor Pa Pah" HAsAfrh
A SPARK OF AR.Y IN) HIM
ImA-MAH; HE'LL NEVER '
p MASTER IT IN tS( ~ J
^THOUSAND YEARS ->
He's just Got 4© mastemt)
That's All, Its The 4'to8T r
Refining influence /nThe,
world To A Rough and r
UNCOUTH MAN Z-IKE HIM AadJ
rrs Just what he needs To r
MAKE HIM OUR SOClALl
^ECIUALS^J
(Domt LocxT)
T=>MARV "cr
Dt>\T DAST;
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(MERCY luPAV t tO(M
UPON THE SHADE
'of My UPENDS Pa-Pah?
and now, I EM
All a flitters
Looking upcaj The>
ghost of yx>*.>
grandfather 1
IS ENOUGH To
MAKE ANV OF
US A felT cT
TLITtERED)
f IWKSIPIDS MICE., / DidNt) ^'NOT A SWADeTU
i SAV GHOST _ ,• 7 \ A /-UAt^T Cat., K-AT
1 SAY GH06T
\ i SAID HIS
\ SHADE v-C
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GHOST Fool KAT
is IT AJOT ' i ‘
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(WELL MAY BE Ms
c,Moon-shade-.
4?
%/t Polly and Her Pals
Sure, They’re Tickle-Proof 3y dlf*f
Copyright, :t)ia, International News Serrice.
Sterrett [0,
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WiJY^-a-Matter.
PA, 'TlCR'LlSH?
YlCKLlSM ME EVE,
14 HURT'S!!
D4WSONIX IP
You waSny a
Gal. ID PRoue
IT To YfeuU
If
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Busted,
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The Marvelous One Fools the Kid for Once ,
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By Tom McNamara
Lif. j
Registered T'nited Stutee Patent Office
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SPRUDE R
PITCHES
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the starfish
giants
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Tou&h lock!
HINKY DINKS
WIN AGAIN!
STANDING Of THE CLUB*
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"GIANTS 1 1 TOO
souThies 1 1 500
PLEAS" o 4- .00,
UCGH HANfa IT, \A'«Y DONT EA61E&EAK
SHOW OP? I WONDER IS THAT KID V
STEP SISTER
OF HlS'N
6 OT HIM ? __
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6lANT$" PLAY OLEAS
NEXT!
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SCRIMP,
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SEARCH ME IP
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( Get outer HERE YOU aint
GOT NO FLIGHT/ ^
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<7<DME AWN, CALL DE GAME, mE CHDCKER
IS IK PRETTY FAIR SHAPE. I SNEAKED /M
THE OTHER.
WAT- I
GlUED NE
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SKINNY SHANER'S
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statuesqus
poses
AID. 13
TAILOR
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WHAT 'coves railCE /fJ
A vovehT. once /ha
VIHUTE Bl)T MEOER/W
A THOUSAND YEARS ?
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Alou) TOO Jl)$T SEE IF THAT
AIN’T So!
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P R.ONT '
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GREAT NECK- 0. S. A.
(SUESS WHEN) A AUTO
MOBILE AIN'T.
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Better Than Sherlock ^ 1
Holmes at His Best v^J A
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' Detective Story of Thrilling
J Sat Interest, Love and Mystery
By T. W. HANSHAW.
"PyriDiit by Doubleday, Page & Co.
: '-DAY'S INSTALLMENT.
L>u,! L,ud! Suspect me of murder—
cr?” exclaimed the doctor lit
• i hot indignation it was a wonder
ktti voice did not wake the sick man
* rorrm beyond. “1 never he^r*'.
anything so abominable, so mon
strous. in all my life. You’ll do me
!l,e honor of letting me know , please,
i; P'n what grounds Mr. Red way. or
Headway, or whatever your infernal
name is »*
Names Cleek. doctor—don’t both-
your head trying to remember the
otrer one; I’ve no further use for it.
r '' 4 s the name—Cleek; Special In-
quir y Agent of Scotland Yard. Mind
footstool. Doctor—you ’ haven’t
y°ur glasses on. Pardon, your lady-
iiitp'' oh yes, Cleek is correct—
land was- <is fictitious as Red-
A s for the rest, you may take
1 p J‘' girt back to your heart with
' t confidence. There’s no Xihl-
: in the case at ul’; and what i-
L your son’s life is not threat
ened nor has it ever been, it’s just a
plain little game of Paddy and the
pigs and Paddy got nine of them be
fore Ills inning ran out. Hit down,
Doctor—I want to tei you a nice lit
tle story about a bit of green chalk
and a gentleman of the Fenian per-
nuaslon who learned how to dance on
nothing to a tune that was played by
Jack Ketch exactly 20 years ago.
“You will be too young to remem
ber the circumstances, of course, but
Lady Jennifer will. I am sure, readily
recall the execution of Michael Du
laney and Patrick Shawn, two Fenian
fanatics who objected to queens on
principle and set out to manifest that
objection by a cowardly and mur
derous attempt to blow up one of the
royal palaces of England in the dead
of the night whilst she who was at
once queen, woman and mother was
sleeping In it. They did not accom
plish their object, but they did suc-
jceed in killing two men. two soldiers
Ion guard, and making fatherless nine
| little children. Well, they paid for
that act with their miserable lives.
IA stern, just, inflexible judge and
twelve brave Jurors tried and sen
tenced them to death and, facing
the spleen and venom of their kind—
for they represented merely a frac
tion, not Ireland itself—that Judgn
stood by his gusiu and did his duty
by his country* his queen and his
God. That was twenty years atfo—
now mark what followed. The
vicious son of a vicious father, nurs-
irtg a rancor as bitter as it was
deep, as lasting as it was malicious,
set out to avenge that father's death
and to wipe out the grudge he enter
tained for all who had been instru
mental in bringing it about. Four
teen men had been the means of
bringing about that death—the judge,
the crown prosecutor and twelve
jurymen—and he set out, this skulk
ing, cowardly, stab-in-the-hack as
sassin, to secretly murder those men
one by one: and the better to do it,
he chose to make use of the medical
■ profession that he might crawl into
j their hom«'» and sting like any other
I snake. Nine lives her - already paid
! the forfeit: the t *nt i - th r *t of Me
I Herbert IJaHwicU-Hpale, formerly
crown prosecutor and at. present oc
cupying ihe top Hat in this house ”
He was suffered to say no more.
Of a sudden a table went over, a
brown lfcather bag struck him full in
the fe.ee and a flying figure shot past
him, bowled over Mr. Narkom and
bolted out of the door.
VWare wolf!” sang out Cleek:
then broke into a sudden laugh as
there rose a scramble and a cry and
the clash of locked bodies bumping
down the stairs. ‘‘Played, my lads,
played! Fetch him in and let’s have
a look at the gentleman with his
wig and his sidewhiskers pulled off.”
Then there came another snarling
cry. another clatter of feet, a rush
and a roar across the landing and
into the room; arid then, of a sud
den. there appeared upon the thres
hold the writhing and battling shape
of Flannigan close gripped by the
hands of the two plain-clothes men.
“Well. Paddy Mhawn, you’ve driven
! your pigs to a . fine market to be
sure.” v<i'! Fit- k. ‘ And after only
i . I »• UUM uu
you like your good and careful as
sistant, whose only concern for your
welfare was that nothing should In
terfere with your performance of
your duty until he had used you to
the utmost and had finished his mur
derous work. Take him away, my
lads he'll get what’s coming to him
at the proper time. That's all—cut
along! ”
Just Before You Came.
“When did I first suspect the truth.
\ our ladyship ? Well, 1 think I got
the first inkling of it just before you
came. You will remember. Mr. Nark
om, that it was the fart of the chalk
being green which impressed me
green is so essentially Irish that one's
first thoughts fly to the Emerald Is'e
Immediately it Is put* in evidence.
Then when I put that fact in connec
tion with the figures and began to
work those out, and afterward linked
both with the name of Sir Oorreli
I James and the ages of the man who
h id been killed—oh. well, it began
J to take vl ap * a: once, of couisc. You
j see. thei«• v/c.s Ud ‘green* whk » stood
il'Liailci, and ♦ tr; • w : .
stood for Fenianism, 'and—what’s
that? How did I come to the con
clusion that they really did do that?
My dear Mr. Narkom, you certainly
observed how 1 got hold of that par
ticular clue? You remember 1 first
tried the days of the week and then
the letters of the alphabet and finally
the months of tlie year. Surely, when
I ticked off January, February, March
you must have gained a hint at least?
Why? Well, because if the 2 stood
for the third month and the third
month is March, the 17 needs no
working out at all if it's an affair
that has to do with Irish matters; for
the 17th of March Is St. Patrick’s
Day. Ho, when I had these clews to
start on and added to them, first, what
I knew regarding Sir Gorrell James:
then the ages of the several men
killed, and finally the significant fact
that, the gentleman who lives in th
top fiat at this house is he who was
Die Frown Prosecutor at the time of
the great Dulaney-Shawn trial, why
shouldn't 1 begin to set- light 7 Still.
! never was quite certain upon ti n-
i i.ini until I i t Dollops t<» !■ <• iiv up
the record* of that trial and to bring
me a list of the names *jf the Jury
men and also the name of tin* boy (.the
son of one or the other of the two
prisoners; I couldn’t quite remember
which) who was held up in court by
his mother at the time of the convic
tion and told to ‘Look at the faces of
them that’s callin’ a martyr a mur
derer. and never ye rest till you’ve
put the lie's mArk on every livin'
son of them.’
To Be Continued To-morrow.
This Applies to Cats.
T is a fact that a lion's or a tiger’s
whiskers once taken ofT w ; ll never
grow again. These animals shed their
Lair ordinarily once a year, all except
the whiskers. The shedding depends
entirely upon the climate, and there
Is a peculiar thing connected with It.
Men who have taken wild animala
from Asia and Africa to Europe ray
that they never knew a lion or a tiger
or any animal of f he cut species to go
through tpe without oha:ud? g
ct at. They wilt ailed at Suukim ard
condo out with hair fresh and glos.-v ; s
'‘Ilk, and yet. going through tin Ktd
they will shed again. \< »u. 6
l»ct Ti able to account for i;, }{ j*
ii fart, nevertheless
The Kind Lady
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NEED ANY .
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WANTS SOME
COAL T'DAY 1
WE WON’T
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